Sexy Cold Voice

Well, I am STILL kinda sick. I am excited that the fever and congestion are over, leaving me with a dwindling cough and a scratchy throat. I am just thisclose to Sexy Cold Voice. You know, the voice that makes you sound far more worldly and interesting and generally cool than you actually are. I first discovered the power of the Sexy Cold Voice in college when I went out downtown on the tail end of a cold and got drinks bought for me right and left all night. This was so not the norm for me in college, but I digress. The point of this post was to say that I was excited about my Sexy Cold Voice until just a minute ago when a telemarketer called and asked to talk to my mom or dad. Apparently my cold voice is not sexy at all. Apparently I have a Tween Cold Voice. "Tweens" is what they call nine year-olds now because apparently it's lame to just call them kids. I guess that night in college I was just having a cute hair day or my boobs looked perky or something. How disappointing. Turns out the only thing my cold voice is good for is phone sex with pedophiles. And I already do that. Not really. Ha!